Luceti Appointments

[vor]

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[vor]

...I've never had a physician who started out as a friend before. You're sure it's not going to be a problem.

[fleurdesel]

You have my word as a LeBlanc. I'll not strike you again, no matter the circumstances.

[vor]

Then I'm satisfied. And I'll continue to require your services as a physician. [A pause. That sounded so Emperorish. But how else do you do business?]

[fleurdesel]

[She snorts a faint laugh.] Well said. I'll continue my research for you and let you know what I find that might suit you better.

[vor]

Thank you.

...I'm sorry.

[fleurdesel]

Don't be. It was your birthday and you wanted to enjoy yourself, as was your right. It's done.

[vor]

I have a couple of bottles of wine still. In the fridge. Maybe Ivan'll want them.

[fleurdesel]

I wouldn't know, to be honest. But I've never known someone to turn down wine.

[vor]

It's...probably for the best. Usually I just get morose when I'm drunk. The party was an exception.

[fleurdesel]

Company and a secure environment tend to make it easier for one to enjoy themselves when they normally would not.

[vor]

My normal birthdays involve much more standing up.

[fleurdesel]

This was your first on your own, celebrated as a man your age.

...

Did you open my gift?

[vor]

I did. It's perfect.

[fleurdesel]

Good. It'll make riding in the fall and winter more comfortable for you.

[vor]

It fits, too. Good eye for Barrayaran fashion.

[fleurdesel]

I just took what you tended to wear normally and extrapolated from there.

[vor]

Good call. Very good call.

[fleurdesel]

Perhaps when we have time you could...teach me to ride? I never was much of an equestrian.

[vor]

Of course. It's only fair. And the more people there are who know how to ride, the easier it will be to get around this place.

[fleurdesel]

Better transportation will make it simpler for those that wold work on the farm to get there in a timely fashion- it really is a productive project you've created here. Watching it come to fruition must be gratifying.

[vor]

It's...nice, yes, to see firsthand the results of my work. For a change.

[deadhero]

"Take care, Gregor," she bade her farewell with a rare use of his full first name. Buffy had once seen a Gregor sliced through the chest with a hubcap and she often prefered to distance herself from any association between that violence and her recent friend; however, today? Gregor deserved his name. So -- in Spike's skin -- she gave him one last smile before slipping out of the apartment.

In the tall but narrow gift bag left behind, he'll find a pair of cowboy boots. Simple but supple enough. And red. With them was a note:

Greg,

Voila the riding footwear of my countrymen: cowboy boots. I'm not sure it gets any more plebe than this. If you like them, I'll get you a matching hat at Christmas.

Thanks for the lessons. Can't wait to get back to them when I'm feeling more myself. By now, you either know what I mean or you'll find out later.

Happy Birthday & many more,

- Buffy

[fleurdesel]

It's not an option normally available to you, is it?

[vor]

Not without it being a circus, no. But back home, I can't go anywhere without it being a circus.

[fleurdesel]

I don't even want to try imagining that. Not really.